Chapter 14- First box

Eastern Mountain.

Arriving at her little cabin, Pearl shivered at the memory of the pub as she paced in her living room and kept her eyes on the luminous boxes.

Pearl could start over with three magical boxes that trapped three powerful warrior werewolves. Maybe these treasures could help her open a portal to the mortal realm. No longer would she be a drifter, running from her past, running from her father, the king.

A smile pulled at her lips, and she had already made up her mind. She was going to find the owner of that soul and make them her slave to do her bidding. Maybe they could help her look for the magic that was missing for her to be able to open a portal.

Without another thought, Pearl tossed the onyx boxes into her locker.

Alchemists no longer have the darling little reputation that the generations before them had. No, they were feared. Her mother hid her ability away to protect her. Even the king didn't know that she could absorb power from someone else or that she coul